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han any which had preceded it, Fergus heard three loud knocks at the door. He called out to his parents that some one was knocking. "If that is so," said his father, "open at once; this is no night to keep a poor wanderer outside our door." Fergus did as he was bidden, and as he opened the door a flash of lightning showed him, standing at the threshold, a little wizened old man with a small harp under his arm. "Come in, and welcome," said Fergus, and the little man stepped into the room. "It is a wild night, neighbours," said he. "It is, indeed, a wild night," said the huntsman and his wife, who had got up and dressed themselves; "and sorry we are we have no better shelter or better fare to offer you, but we give you the best we have." "A king cannot do more than his best," said the little man. The huntsman's wife lit the fire, and soon the pine logs flashed up into a blaze, and made the hut bright and warm. She then brought forth a peggin of milk and a cake of barley-bread. "You must be hungry, sir," she said. "Hungry I am," said he; "but I wouldn't ask for better fare than this if I were in the king's palace." "Thank you kindly, sir," said she, "and I hope you will eat enough, and that it will do you good." "And while you are eating your supper," said the huntsman, "I'll make you a bed of fresh rushes." "Don't put yourself to that trouble," said the little man. "When I have done my supper I'll lie down here by the fire, if it is pleasing to you, and I'll sleep like a top until morning. And now go back to your beds and leave me to myself, and maybe some time when you won't be expecting it I'll do a good turn for your kindness to the poor wayfarer." "Oh, it's no kindness at all," said the huntsman's wife. "It would be a queer thing if an Irish cabin would not give shelter and welcome in a wild night like this. So good night, now, and we hope you will sleep well." "Good night," said the little man, "and may you and yours never sup sorrow until your dying day." The huntsman and his wife and Fergus then went back to their beds, and the little man, having finished his supper, curled himself up by the fire, and was soon fast asleep. About an hour after a loud clap of thunder awakened Fergus, and before it had died away he heard three knocks at the door. He aroused his parents and told them. "Get up at once," said his mother, "this is no night to keep a stranger outside our door."
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